Chapter 2715 The Mad City Lord's Love-Hate Relationship 38
Jin Chen understood the importance of eliminating problems at their root.
Although the Grand Preceptor was defeated, his cronies and potential threats remain, posing endless future problems.
He was not a soft-hearted person; taking advantage of the Grand Preceptor's serious injuries before he recovered, it was the perfect time to eliminate any future troubles.
On the other side, Fu Lingjing was still racking his brains to figure out how to rejoin the remnants of the Imperial Preceptor's faction and deal with Jin Chen, but Jin Chen acted even faster than expected.
The Imperial Advisor, already severely weakened, was found by Jin Chen that very night.
Jin Chen landed outside the window of the Imperial Preceptor's Hall. Through the thin gauze, she could see the Imperial Preceptor slumped on a soft couch, barely breathing. Several trusted disciples around him were channeling spiritual energy into him and feeding him pills, but the effect was minimal.
“Master, that Jin Chen…” a disciple began to speak in a trembling voice, but before he could finish, he was silenced by the Grand Preceptor’s sharp gaze.
"Useless! All of you are useless!" The Grand Preceptor's voice was hoarse as he coughed violently, vomiting several mouthfuls of black blood. "If it weren't for that variable... how could my grand ambitions have..."
A madness flashed in her eyes as she grabbed the wrist of the disciple beside her. "Even if it costs me everything, I must..."
Her words stopped abruptly.
Jin Chen stood in the center of the inner hall, his moon-white robe gleaming coldly in the candlelight.
"you……!"
The Imperial Preceptor's pupils constricted sharply, and he was so terrified that he almost fell off the bed!
Her disciples were terrified. The clanging of weapons rang out, but none of them dared to step forward.
Jin Chen kindly asked, "Guess what I'm here for?"
National Division:"……"
The disciples were stunned, watching their master perish in an instant, with no room for resistance.
Jin Chen snatched it from Bai Ze...
The welfare fund that was supposed to be there has finally come in handy.
"This one, this one will work." Ling Gun Gun rummaged through various treasures and found a bead. "[Clang! Myriad Manifestations Reflection Bead!]"
That night, all the cultivators and extraordinary individuals in the capital, regardless of their sect or level of cultivation, fell into the same suffocating dream while they slept.
In the dream, the ghost city was forcibly destroyed, and all the ghosts, now free, poured into the human world.
The sky was stained black with resentment, the earth cracked, and life was ravaged. The capital city was instantly transformed into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with wails echoing everywhere. The living were either devoured or twisted and mutated in extreme fear...
That was the terrifying scene in the original story, where the human world had become a hellish inferno.
As dawn broke, before the fear from the dream had subsided, news of the Imperial Preceptor's death and the disappearance of his Daoist essence had already spread.
This time, no one dared to step forward and criticize Jin Chen. In fact, many people secretly cursed the Imperial Advisor for dying a good thing.
It was all her fault for instigating the chaos; the group nearly caused a major disaster, following in the footsteps of the dream.
Fu Lingjing stood outside the now-deserted Imperial Preceptor's Hall, his face ashen, cursing the now-destroyed Imperial Preceptor a thousand times over in his heart.
In his reluctance, he noticed several of the former Grand Preceptor's personal disciples looking flustered and engaging in hurried, cryptic conversation.
"Is this really true?" someone asked urgently.
"Absolutely true! Quickly, go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation!" another person said urgently.
Before long, an even more shocking piece of news spread throughout the palace.
The old emperor died, but less than half an hour later, he opened his eyes again, and his body, which had been on the verge of collapse, seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness.
When the news reached Jin Chen, he only instructed Chu Jiushan to wait outside and not allow anyone to disturb him.
Inside the room, Jin Chen held Yin Chaosheng tightly, who had been perfectly fine just moments before, her expression grave.
He probed Yin Chaosheng's body with his primordial spiritual power and found that the ghostly energy was rapidly dissipating, and his soul had become extremely fragile, and would completely dissipate if he was not careful.
Jin Chen's eyes darkened as he firmly protected Yin Chaosheng's dissipating soul.
"it hurts……"
Yin Chaosheng curled up in his arms, trembling all over, as if he were being burned by invisible hellfire.
His skin was burning hot, and touching anything would cause excruciating pain, which was only slightly relieved even after he was completely naked.
Only in Jinchen's embrace could she find a drop of solace.
Jin Chen held him even tighter until the spiritual energy and ghostly energy gradually reached a balance, and the excruciating pain in Yin Chaosheng's body was slightly relieved.
Yin Chaosheng knew why he was like this. After the pain subsided, he gently rubbed his cheek against Jin Chen's neck, tears of blood welling up in his eyes, his voice broken and intermittent.
"I'm so unfortunate, Jinchen..."
Yin Chaosheng tilted his head back, his lips trembling as he kissed Jin Chen's. "I exhausted hundreds of years of merit to be born as a human, yet I've only had such a short time with you..."
Every word he spoke was tinged with blood, and the more he spoke, the more painful it became. But then he thought, if the inhuman torture of the past ten years could be exchanged for knowing and loving Jin Chen, then it seemed... not so bad after all.
only……
"Too short," he murmured to himself, tears soaking Jin Chen's clothes.
Yin Chaosheng was terrified, fearing that if he let go of Jin Chen's hand, he would completely vanish into the world.
Jin Chen felt an overwhelming pang of heartache and gently wiped away the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes with her fingertips. "If your merits are exhausted and you are forcibly left in the mortal realm, your soul will gradually dissipate... right?"
A wave of regret washed over him. Had he known this would happen, he would never have let Yin Chaosheng come to the mortal realm.
Yin Chaosheng chuckled, his expression still unpredictable, blood seeping from the corner of his lips.
"Only in the mortal realm... can I feel your warmth, which is good."
“I wanted to… kill you,” Yin Chaosheng murmured, then pecked a kiss on his lips. “But I couldn’t bear to see you die.”
Jin Chen leaned down and kissed away the bloodstains on his lips, gently stroking his back. "Don't be afraid, I won't let you disappear."
For the next three days, Jin Chen stayed by Yin Chaosheng's side, using his primordial spiritual power to stabilize Yin Chaosheng's soul, and also set up multiple barriers around the residence to isolate it from external interference.
Only after confirming that Yin Chaosheng's condition had temporarily stabilized did she feel a little relieved and leave the room.
Seeing Jin Chen's calm expression but the coldness between his brows, Liu Shuoyue, who was waiting outside the door, vaguely guessed what was going on but did not ask any further questions.
Just as they would feel unwell from the yin energy if they stayed in the ghost city for too long, Yin Chaosheng, as the Ghost King, would probably pay an even heavier price for staying in the mortal world for too long.
Zang Huai'an recounted in detail to Jin Chen the events that had transpired in the palace over the past three days.
After the old emperor was brought back to life, his temperament changed drastically. He swept away his previous senility and became decisive and efficient. He even secretly summoned the remaining disciples of the former Imperial Preceptor Hall, and no one knows what he was plotting.
Zero Roll also reminded him in his mind: [Host, Fu Lingjing has pledged allegiance to the resurrected emperor. Strange, does he have some kind of mission?]
Jin Chen's eyes flashed with a cold light. Without saying another word, he flicked his sleeve and headed straight for the Hall of Mental Cultivation where the emperor was.
Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, guards stood in rows, creating a somber atmosphere.
Dozens of disciples dressed in the robes of the Imperial Preceptor's Hall were waiting, their eyes wary, and they stepped forward to stop Jin Chen as he approached.
"Halt! His Majesty is resting in peace; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter!"
Without even drawing his sword, Jin Chen killed three disciples who were charging ahead with just his fierce palm strikes.
Blood splattered on the vermilion palace walls.
The remaining people were intimidated by his murderous aura, their faces filled with fear, and none of them dared to step forward.
Jin Chen trudged through the pool of blood, and amidst the fearful gazes of the crowd, he approached the Hall of Mental Cultivation step by step, like a demon seeking death.
